Magic
It was a strange sight. It almost felt like his mind was fighting back, taking in the pictures. A fever dream packed in a pink bobon bow.
"Magicians are strange."
It wasn't the first time that the thought shot through his head, but it seemed to be getting particularly heavy at that moment. At least there weren't naked women. Or even a building that was shaped like a woman. Sure, it could have been worse.
"Wonderful isn't it? But be careful, I wouldn't cost it. I can get the look, but the taste is a bit wrong. I can't say exactly why."
Zerzlar beamed at him as he said that.
"Maybe because a house shouldn't be made of chocolate?"
The thought formed in his head, but he swallowed it. Mages were crazy, but that was why it was better not to irritate them.